The Monkey King

Yang Chan smiled and looked at Yang Jian, with tears in her eyes, as if she was praying.

Yang Jian grabbed Yang Chan's hand but held it tighter and tighter, as if he was trying to use up all his strength.

At this moment, Yang Jian's heart was broken.

Because he knows that he has no ability to change anything.

Even if he becomes the Great Luo Jinxian, even if he gains the reputation of the God of War in the Three Realms, even if he becomes a prince who crowds the river mouth with troops, everything seems to be no different from the time a thousand years ago.

As soon as he lets go, it's goodbye forever.

He could bear all the pain in the world alone, but he didn't want to bear the pain of losing his loved ones.

"Is it okay? Second brother." Yang Chan lowered her head and pinched his fingers carefully. Tears fell on the back of Yang Jian's hand drop by drop. The hand did not move at all.

"Can it be done?" she kept asking.

Yang Jian stood blankly, staring at his sister blankly.

After a long while, he trembled slightly and said, "Is it worth it for you? He... he ran away for another woman at the wedding. Is it still worth it for you?"

"Is love measured by whether it's worth it?" Yang Chan asked.

Yang Jian was suddenly startled.

"You're right, it's my second brother who is superficial."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he wanted to smile gracefully as usual, but he couldn't.

The hand was still holding Yang Chan tightly.

Master Yuding was stunned as he watched.

The three of them stood quietly, Roaring Sky Dog and Proud Sky Eagle had shrunk to the side.

The roar from the sky continued. The rain of fire that flew out from the Nantian Gate burned the entire sky red, and wave after wave of impact swept across the land.

…

In the blazing fire, the monkey was still struggling and roaring crazily, its figure flashing back and forth like a bright star. It's so fast that people can't tell where their real body is.

But the anger of heaven and earth can always be found accurately, and all the anger is sprayed towards him. In the bombardment again and again, the body seems to have been shattered, and the consciousness has gradually become blurred, leaving only the instinct of fighting and revenge. Supporting him, he kept skimming around the shield.

And that magic circle. But it's stronger than before.

…

Nezha and the Four Heavenly Kings looked around among the generals with their eyes widened. The Five Directions Revealed Truth had to stop all actions.

In the light of the red talisman, Li Jing, who was sweating profusely, finally showed a smile on his tired face, and breathed slowly: "Stabilize..."

As long as all external interference is eliminated, Nantianmen's unparalleled defensive power can be fully exerted. If the Heavenly Tribulation directly attacks the magic circle, it may not be able to hold on, but relying solely on the Heavenly Tribulation to chase the monkeys will affect it. It is simply impossible to cause fatal damage to the magic circle.

"Should...should be able to win." He gritted his teeth and sighed softly.

At this moment, everyone in the sky and on the earth opened their eyes wide, waiting to see this monster monkey who didn't know the height of the sky being torn into powder by the catastrophe.

…

In the dazzling light like the sun, the monkey was once again penetrated by the power spit out by the heavenly tribulation, and its body was crumbling like a kite with its string broken.

Everyone craned their necks in anticipation.

The strong wind passed by his ears, the roaring sky fire blew past his side, and his eyes that had long lost focus wandered between the sky and the earth.

But as if he was deliberately trying not to let everyone get what they wanted, the next moment, the crazy monkey slowly opened its mouth. Baring his fangs, he burst out with a hoarse roar, brandishing the golden cudgel and started charging again.

The sound spread crazily in the air and spread throughout the three realms.

Falling into Yang Chan's ears, it was like a helpless soul howling.

She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, and she clenched her hands tightly. The nails have been dug into the flesh.

The bright red blood fell drop by drop on the green bricks under his feet, splashing into flowers.

The leaves on the branches trembled slightly, the green grass undulated like waves, and Yang Chan's long skirt trembled in the wind.

For a long time, she slowly lowered her head, and her long hair covered her face.

"Second brother, let me go. If I don't go, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Maybe it's... the last time. I should die with him instead of staying and build him a building like my father and eldest brother, without bones. The grave..."

"I will regret letting you go." Yang Jian slowly let go of her hand, stepped back step by step, but then raised his hand casually, spreading out a little bit of spiritual power to draw a circle around Yang Chan, trapping her in Among them: "It is impossible for me to lose my last relative. No matter what method I use, I will keep you. It doesn't matter even if you think he is more important than me as your brother."

Yang Chan raised her head, slowly opened her eyes, looked at Yang Jian, watched the God of War of the Three Realms pursed his lips and laughed, and watched his eyes gradually become moist.

Looking at Yang Chan blankly, Yang Jian trembled slightly and opened his mouth wide, whispering: "I have never had the chance to talk to you. To be honest, you are really willful. You have been willful since you were a child. I have always let you, everything." Whatever you think, whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I will give it to you. Because you are my only sister, my only relative. If I..." He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "There are many, many I never told you about it, because I thought I could bear it alone. My father and mother are gone, and I, the second brother, will help you bear it even if the sky falls. Because...because You are my sister, my only sister. But this time it really doesn’t work..."

"This time...it really doesn't work..."

"I don't understand his love, and I don't understand yours, but I understand my own. To me, love means that everyone should live well and not be separated by life and death... As long as everyone lives well, there is still hope for everything. ...Do you think I don’t want to kill that bastard uncle? Do you think I don’t want to fight to the death with him? I cultivate the Way of the Walker, not the Way of the Enlightenment. I don’t have such a broad mind, and I can’t care about the welfare of the people in the world. .”

"I even dreamed about killing him... Really, I even dreamed about it. But I held it back. I was always cautious and timid, for fear of being caught and hurting my feet..."

"Why?"

"Because there is still you in this world, understand? Because there is still you——!"

Amidst the roar, the surrounding leaves were trembling slightly. The guards outside the door, the Seven Saints of Meishan, also hurriedly arrived, but they were all frightened by Yang Jian's expression.

Yang Chan stood with her head lowered like a child who had made a mistake, holding the scabbard tightly with one hand.

"Second brother, I'm sorry...but I..."

Yang Jian pointed at Yang Chan and said, "You are not allowed to go, do you understand? I won't let you go."

"But I have to go! If I don't go..."

"You are not allowed to go, I will go!" Yang Jian stepped back step by step with a three-pointed two-edged sword, gritting his teeth and said: "If you go, you will only be a burden."

Yang Chan looked at Yang Jian in horror.

"Regardless of life or death, I will bring him back. But I have a condition. You must go to Mount Hua to take up your post and be your mountain god peacefully. I will press you directly under Mount Hua and seal it. This condition, no matter you Whether you agree or not, you must accept it. This time, I will not let you be willful again. Even if you want to hate me...that's all you can do."

Yang Chan stared at Yang Jian blankly, unable to say a word.

Looking sideways at Master Yuding, Yang Jian said softly: "Master, if this disciple cannot come back, I will leave Chan'er to you in the future."

"Eh...Eh." Master Yuding nodded blankly.

"The Roaring Dog, the Proud Eagle, and the Seven Saints of Meishan!"

"exist!"

"Follow me to Nantianmen."

"promise!"

Turning around, Yang Jian swung the three-pointed two-edged sword, turning into a golden light and whizzing away in the direction of Nantianmen.

Roaring Sky Dog, Ao Tianying and Meishan Seven Saints also quickly followed one by one.

…

Fire is burning in the sky and the wind is howling.

The shadows of trees sway in the courtyard.

Staring blankly in the direction where everyone was leaving, Yang Chan trembled slightly, collapsed on the ground, covered her face and cried.

…

Between the intertwined light and shadow, Yang Jian moved forward quickly with a stern look on his face.

The Seven Sages of Meishan slowly followed up. Yuan Hong frowned and said, "Zhenjun, given the situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to go there..."

"Don't follow too close." Yang Jian said calmly: "If Yang Jian unfortunately dies, I have to trouble all brothers to send Yang Jian's bones back to Taoshan for burial... Let's say to Cun Xin for Yang Jian, I'm sorry... Thank you." (To be continued~^~)

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